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	<title>Comments on: A Garden of My Own!</title>
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	<description>Casting a little flavor (and a few aspersions) on the world of food, drink, and life</description>
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		<title>By: SaltShaker &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Entering The Second Year</title>
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		<description>[...] Buenos Aires - I recently &#8220;celebrated&#8221; the one year anniversary of this blog, and given that I launched into it as I began my adventures outside of New York, it&#8217;s no surprise that another birthday pops up. My arrival in Buenos Aires to, potentially at that point, live, was July 2, 2005, a grey, drizzly day punctuated only by the food experience of my first provoletta, and a mediocre one at that. Wow! A year here already, amazing how time flies, it sometimes feels like I&#8217;ve barely arrived, and other times like I&#8217;ve been here for quite a long time. I&#8217;ve learned a new language, explored a new culture (with much left on both counts to accomplish), I&#8217;ve been in a happy, live-in relationship for the entire time, I bought an apartment in a &#8220;foreign&#8221; country, I&#8217;ve opened a business there as well, experienced a cyclone, been threatened by border guards in Bolivia&#8230; Not things I would have predicted a mere twelve months ago. [...]</description>
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